Mistress Turned

A scream tore from her throat as her orgasm hit. Her body shook and blood rushed throughout her body down towards her wanton hole. Lips quivered and thighs trembled as the first wave hit. Throwing her head back, Jackie cursed aloud open mouthed. Her eyes shut tightly and dropped her head against the padded leather headrest.
The tremors passed after a moment. Tension fled from her body but she was still irritated. Glaring up at Collin, she saw the satisfied smirk on his lips. When had he moved to stand before her?
“I see,” his smile widened, “you’re a slave to your body already. Good.”
She scoffed.
“Has it been a long time?” His tone dropped when he spoke.
The oily slickness of his voice caressed her body like a satin sheet, smooth and fluid.
She refused to answer him.

Sucking in a deep breath, Collin exhaled slowly. Stepping forward, he set a hand on Jackie’s head.
She tried to shake off his touch even though her body wanted more contact. Control, she whispered again to herself.
Irritated, he grabbed her head harder and yanked her to his gaze. “You will recognize me as master before it’s all over. But fight if you must.”

Jackie’s eyes widened but she quickly forced a neutral expression over her face. She realized she was overpowered. Fine, as she said earlier, remain in control and get this over with. “What do you want from me?”
Turning away from her, Collin walked towards the wall. “Your utter submission to your true nature. But,” he spun around on one heel, “you’ll fight me all the way I suppose. Which is fine. We’ve got time.”
Jackie wanted nothing more than to scream obscenities at him until she was hoarse but realized it wouldn’t do any good. Just the mere thought of identifying as a submissive made her sick. But Collin seemed to have the patience of a saint.
Damn him!
And he’d made her cum too.
Gritting her teeth, she looked at him angrily. “I am not a submissive.”
He stepped closer. An eyebrow rose. “Oh but you are. You’re a liar and everyone around you knows it. The fact is Miss Jackie,” he spat the words out with a modicum of blatant disrespect in his tone, “you’re a liar and a submissive in denial.”
Struggling against her bonds, Jackie felt ire rise up in her. Bile burned the back of her throat at the way he’d spoken words she’d ignored for the longest time. Her father always treated her mother like a submissive. Submissive women were walked on, stepped on. Door mats. They were useless, powerless.

Collin bent down so that they were eye to eye. His lips pursed into a thin line. His voice was a menacing monotone laced with knowledge of what he spoke. “Ever stop to think that all that control you hold onto so well is causing you pain?”
“No. No!” She shouted the words at him in hopes that he’d hear her when they were only two inches away from each other. “No damnit no! I am not a fucking submissive.”
Collin stood up so fast and slapped her with the palm of his hand.
The pain registered over her cheek before she realized what he’d done for the second time tonight. Tears stung the backs of her eyes again and threatened to fall down over her cheeks. She would not show him fear, nor would she show him tears. Those were reserved for when she was dead.

And even then it was a stretch to see if she’d cry.
Collin rolled his shoulders and relaxed his stance in front of her.
She had trouble staying focused on him with the tears in her eyes.
He drew in another long breath. “The hardest lessons for us to learn are usually the ones that are closest to the truth. I’m going to release you in a moment because I have other things to do than deal with whiny bitches.” He walked around to her side where the flogger was and picked it up.

Brushing it over her skin lightly, he fluttered the tails over her.
Jackie’s body responded to the softness of the pointed tips by breaking out in goose bumps. A cold shiver ran through her.
He stood in front of her now, a wild stare in his eyes.
She ground her teeth and glared menacingly at him.
“Submission is not weakness. I’ve seen how you play with your submissives and you mistreat them, make them beg, bring out their true nature even as you abuse them. And yes,” he knelt down in front of her, his brows knitted together in a straight line, “what you do is abuse. It may not be rape and torture type of abuse, but it’s only giving them half of what they deserve.”
“They’re not lovers for Christ’s sake.”
“That’s right.” He gripped her ponytail and yanked her head back.
Jackie’s mouth hung open.

His jaw ticked. He stared directly at her. “They’re humans who come to you seeking fulfillment on some level. And you’re only giving them half the equation. You’re no better than a whore as far as anyone in the Scene is concerned. Think about it.”
With that, he dropped her head and spun around on one heel.
“You bastard,” she struggled against the bonds, ire coursing through her at being called a whore. “You fucking coward, come back here and free me. Then tell me I’m a whore!”

The door behind her opened. “It’s better for you to come find me when you’re ready to begin training and start giving. You’ll know where to find me.”
He sounded angry. What a fool. She was the one who had a right to be pissed. She’d just been called a whore and told that she abuses her submissives. That guy’s a jerk. “Fucking asshole!” She screamed at nobody in particular.
Just like that, the restraints eased. Blood circulated to her extremities, returning feeling she wasn’t aware she’d lost. Her skin tingled like a million needles had been pressed into her flesh at various points.
She cried aloud in frustration.

A chill ran through her. When she felt she could move again, Jackie slid off the table, aware that the phallus had been slicked in her cream. She knew someone would come in and disinfect the entire room to protect against disease but she almost wished she could do it herself just to busy her mind and chase away the nonsense Collin had left her with.

“Fuck!” She slid off the table and found her clothes folded in a neat pile by the door. Skirt, boots, panties, corset and a note had been left atop a towel. Rose petals had been strewn about her clothes and the note.
Touching her thighs, calves and ass, she still felt the burn of the flogging she’d endured earlier. She was still in one piece. Her nipples were hard little peaks that had been irritated on the velvet padding beneath the table she was on.
She glanced back at the table and then down at her clothes. Heaving a sigh, she straightened her shoulders and struggled to find her pride.
She would not walk out of here a submissive. Nor would she let anyone see her marked thighs though she knew she’d be sore in the morning.
“Ugh,” she clenched her fists and looked at the floor. She still had to deal with Collin tomorrow in the office. Since they were coworkers of sorts, she’d have to see him at some point.

Taking one last look around the room, Jackie leaned against the wall to steady herself. Picking up the towel, Jackie wrapped it around her, covering her breast and hips. The towel barely reached the tops of her thighs and if she bent over, the entire world would get a show of her still slick pussy.

A quick shower and several minutes later, Jackie had been dressed and heading back to her estate. Tomorrow was another day.
She hadn’t bothered to read the note but instead stuffed it inside her duffel bag that housed her numerous toys for club night.
When her head hit the pillow, she passed out from sheer exhaustion of the evening. Her body hit the softness of her bed like a lead weight. All of the pressure from Collin’s biting words would not keep her up.
No ma’am.

******

Jackie woke up the next morning determined to rid herself of the images from last night. The way Collin had tormented her and made her feel helpless was not something any Mistress should experience. Upon having breakfast, she called over one of the many submissive men who left her his card.

John responded first, meeting her at a private location first before being blindfolded and driven back to her place. His orders were simple. Be at her beck and call all day until she dismissed him.
He knew the game, was to stop whatever he was doing when she rang a bell for him, and to run to her, appearing before her on his knees, head bowed and eyes lowered.
Halfway through the day, he’d managed to keep pace with her demands. Drawing her morning bath, massaging her aching body, applying lotion on her cuts and not asking a damn word about where they came from.
In the early afternoon, he’d helped her to dress, picking out a pair of stockings, matching panties and bra complete with skirt and top to go with her attire. She’d only told him that she had plans for the evening.
Each bit of submission he gave willingly was a gift that slowly pissed her off. She couldn’t understand why but decided he’d gotten too close to her.

Sitting at her desk, she crossed her legs in front of him. Turning to face him, she saw him just as she commanded, head bowed, body in a very submissive posture as his chest was puffed out. He sat on his knees, cock hard at the sight of so much exposed female flesh.
The sight disgusted her. “You may leave now boy.”
He nodded and crawled out of the room.
She heard him shove his jeans over his hips, heard the clink of metal as his keys and change jangled in his pocket.
She knew the moment he’d left the house to make the call to have someone pick him up, because the house felt empty.